Poems About Cancer by Top Critiquers
#cancer
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 11:34pm
16th Jun 2024 11:34pm
Hydrangeas
She was a good wife
Married for over 40 years
She was warm, considerate and always willing & able to help someone
Her talent was making beautiful, colorful gardens all around her property
She also donated her time to the arboretum
This year things have been different for her
She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer
Her ability to work on the yard and create beautiful, majestic gardens have been impossible
She's very ill
She can't maneuver like she use to
Her husband doesn't have a green thumb
For the 1st time in over 40 years,...
Married for over 40 years
She was warm, considerate and always willing & able to help someone
Her talent was making beautiful, colorful gardens all around her property
She also donated her time to the arboretum
This year things have been different for her
She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer
Her ability to work on the yard and create beautiful, majestic gardens have been impossible
She's very ill
She can't maneuver like she use to
Her husband doesn't have a green thumb
For the 1st time in over 40 years,...
#cancer
#flowers
#illness
#rebirth
#wife
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10 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:52am
18th Feb 2025 1:52am
I'm going through
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ FOR what I want to talk about what makes some folks think, which makes no sense when some people's think what your going through in your own life. Really isn't what you're going through 🤔 yet to tell you that you are not going through what you say what you have in your own life. 😧 Let me remind you that you ain't me and I'm not you, 😔 going through the process of the stages that I have to face on a daily basis of life. For you tell me that you don't believe that I have cancer but yet I do, from prostate...
#addiction
#bipolar
#cancer
#depression
#MentalHealth
49 reads
2 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 11:49am
20th Aug 2024 11:49am
The Cycling Self
There is an
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
#betrayal
#cancer
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
529 reads
52 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 4:41pm
23rd Jan 2021 4:41pm
two short extemporaneous poetry.. of these hard~ heavy 'kaliyug' times
1.
:: impervious... ::
...she’s now .
to nature. Its light & love
the benumbing cancers gang her up
to a mere skeletal eaten up caricature
& yet to a massive ticking distortional mess…
the slightest of incitement to explode...
are these stigmatic quarantining- the
obligately insane... staring forever..
their rock-hardened cold eyes-
unknown to lukewarm tears... of
an overbrimming love... & mercy..
...
:: impervious... ::
...she’s now .
to nature. Its light & love
the benumbing cancers gang her up
to a mere skeletal eaten up caricature
& yet to a massive ticking distortional mess…
the slightest of incitement to explode...
are these stigmatic quarantining- the
obligately insane... staring forever..
their rock-hardened cold eyes-
unknown to lukewarm tears... of
an overbrimming love... & mercy..
...
#love
#politics
#minimalist
#cancer
#pandemic
594 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:09am
14th Feb 2025 5:09am
Phallus Aforethought
Am I the only one who thinks it odd
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
42 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 2:20pm
6th Aug 2024 2:20pm
The Curious Crab Man
In a world of men who walk so straight
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
#astrology
#beach
#cancer
#moon
#sea
142 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 6:35pm
13th Aug 2022 6:35pm
Grey Sanctity as Summer Fades
Heat wave climaxed
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
#dark
#inspirational
#summer
#fall
#cancer
520 reads
32 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 9:47pm
10th Nov 2024 9:47pm
Lie in Wait
It slowly creeps in the shadows undetected
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#hope #LifeStruggles
#hope #LifeStruggles
147 reads
6 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 5:14am
27th Apr 2022 5:14am
Gary
Gary wants you to know he's very good looking. Yeah, his beard does kind of look like Kenny Rogers', but nicer.
Gary is good at his job as an auto parts manager. Really damn good. He expects respect from those new hires. Damn 19 year olds. What do they know? No way he'd let his kids mouth off like those kids they get in the store these days.
Linda's the best woman Gary's met in a long time. That auburn hair almost down to her ass. Knows how to shoot a gun too.
Linda was surprised to learn that Gary has a teacup poodle. Gary chuckles to himself, then turns...
Gary is good at his job as an auto parts manager. Really damn good. He expects respect from those new hires. Damn 19 year olds. What do they know? No way he'd let his kids mouth off like those kids they get in the store these days.
Linda's the best woman Gary's met in a long time. That auburn hair almost down to her ass. Knows how to shoot a gun too.
Linda was surprised to learn that Gary has a teacup poodle. Gary chuckles to himself, then turns...
#relationships
#death
#MovingOn
#healing
#cancer
402 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
7th Feb 2022 11:24am
Allie
There's no proper time line
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
for how this is supposed to work
I miss you
And yet
I wouldn't change
the way things fell apart
you gave me strength
even when you weren't around
to see how we all shattered
and put ourselves back together
like mismatched puzzle pieces
that look like a whole picture
as long as you don't stand too close
to the cracks and shadows
But I'd be lying if I said
your death didn't break me
adrenline overriding fear and grief
sitting with you
waiting...
#love
#grief
#death #cancer
#death #cancer
355 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:16pm
30th Jan 2025 4:16pm
The Beauty Of The Breasts
Ladies, I tried my best to show that breast smasher machine, and this was my first mammogram as a preventative measure to encourage and inspire any woman of age to get a mammogram and also, please continue to do your self-breast exams each month.
And it was a gift, I was able to be fitted in on a day I was traveling out of state. Allah is great to allow me to bring the wonderous of such a test to you, hopefully, you will be more attuned to schedule for your own.
If you have not gotten a colonoscopy please do so, Colorectal Cancer have no pre-symptoms until...
And it was a gift, I was able to be fitted in on a day I was traveling out of state. Allah is great to allow me to bring the wonderous of such a test to you, hopefully, you will be more attuned to schedule for your own.
If you have not gotten a colonoscopy please do so, Colorectal Cancer have no pre-symptoms until...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#feminism
#peace
#women
189 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
Honduran Angel
Honduran Angel
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
#romantic
#dreams
#food
#crush
#cancer
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